This is a song about "I wasn t ready"

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Come get some, you little bum

I wasn't ready to make my

You know i want a piece of that pie

So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Top dropped down, black on black

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow